THE RICHES ITnlk nbout Poverty nothing It seems; Rich ftm I over, with Love ntul the dreams! Who with my wealth In the world cnn compare Rich In the glory of Jenny's gold halrl Beautiful, down streaming lutlr that I hold In the hands of mu kissing and loving Its gold. Talk nbout Fovcrty bright the sun streams! Take the World's riches and give mo Love dreams! Dreams In the dark skies, and dreams In the fair, The light tho brave splendor of Jenny's gold halrl TCH,t. I.il. I t ...111! K..A. ..Mft.1.t..... .1. I a UIUU UlllllUilH IMIl nuiumy iiuu una , . The beautiful hair whose golden ringlets 1 kls3t There Is no Poverty! Give mo, dear God, Not tho gold harvests that color the sod; Not the world's breath, over far oceans blown . . . . .... liut tno rea lips or .Jenny, tnat lean to my owni And even In death just u joy, like to this: Ucr gold hair to shadow mo sweet with Love's kiss! Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. 05 N the gray stone steps that led i rom one smooth lawn to nnother stood Cynthia. One foot had sought a lower step, the other lingered above, and the clinging gown of white, out of which peeped shoulders yet whiter, outlined the slender figure. Tho expression on the face under the large hat, bent downward by ribbon tied .daintily heneath the chin, showed rapt attention to the notes of a violin, pro ceeding from behind the closely crop IP ed hedge. It was n picture a man might look upon for nil a summer's day, and then not have his All. But I, from my seat beneath the trees, found no pleasure in it. ' "Curse the long-haired, fiddling fel low!" I muttered, and hegan to walk across the lawn to Cynthia. But even when 1 stood below her, with my hat dofred, I might have been a man In visible Tor all the notice I gained. "Good day, Cousin Cynthia," said I. Tho music from behind the hedge Bobbed and walled yet louder. 1 my self could have fancied a tune with more spirit; something to stir a man's blood to fill him with the wild mad ness of the charge aye, or even a rousing song to suit the passage of the flagon. But it was evidently to the taste of my cousin, for she still stood listening, and took no notice of my salutation. "It in a fair morning," said I, at .length, thinking she was not aware of my presence, and seeking to at tract her notice. "Your voice la not In harmony with these sweet strains, cousin," she re .plied, not favoring me with even so much as a look. 'In truth, n crying child would suit them better," I retorted. Cynthia deigned no reply, but drew aside as I ascended the steps and stood abreast of hex. 'You treat mo harshly, cousin," said "I did not 1'ld you come." "Will you go up with me?" I in quired, pointing to the lawn above us "Nay, I am going down." "To him," I added, bitterly, do,- ludecd, go down." Cynthia laughed merrily. "You "A witty cousin," she cried. "But possessing little courtery, as, Indeed, I found last night." "I was augered, and did not pick my words." "Indeed, but you did, cousin; you picked the most unpleas.-mt" "Perhaps I had occasion." "Perhaps? Or not? It Is of little consequence," exclaimed Cynthia, rais ing her white shoulders with n great ihow of Indifference. "Good morning, eousln." " She held out her hand to mo, and 1 touched It lightly with my Hps. Then ihe ran down the steps, and hegan to eross the lawn below. I have hoard It said, ami by those tvlio should know, that none moved with more grace than my cousin Cyn thia. Aud I, as I stood motionless on the steps, gazing after her. was sud denly ililed with a very passion of love nnd longing. I would go after her throw myself at her feet, nnd beg her to give mo back her love, which but a day slnco I had thought was mine. But as my pride and my lovo fought within me, Cynthia had reached the hedge whence came the music. 1 fan cied she half turned her head toward mo; certainly she paused a moment. I ran down tho steps. But then she vanished behind the iiiui irii ii nil i in ti ii 1 1 i mi v r nn 11111011 irilliy.l 1IIIW IM'II WMIfMl llllll 1 1 II T 11 1 la Tl f W 1 vi v iiuaaiiiiu. 11 iki i'ti w 11 1 v 11 1 111 111 111 IT H's (lift niinirlAini Aiini.li, a . . ... uuhhi' uiai Hiooti in mo miuat or me t,uiui,-.i, mivi i, iih a nivoreu Hiuiur, una many times claimed tho hand of the Lady Cynthia. It la true It had been granted mo, nnd my friends had still no reason to bellove but that I was In posensslon of her hoart. But I know OF LOVE. differently, for though her hand -was in mine, her eyes sought continually the face of a young stripling, a mem ber of the compauy of musicians hired to play while we danced. At first I mistrusted my eyes, refusing to be lieve such a thing. Few were more proud than my cousin, and it seemed Impossible that she, of the highest in the land, could smile on a mere fiddler from the court. But a lover's eyes are quick; and tho truth, hideous though It were, forced Itself upon me. Then, foolishly, I spoke bitter words to her, and she returned them. I reproached her, perhaps assuming more than my position wnrranted, for there was as yet no formal bond between us, only, as I hoped, a complete understanding of the future. We parted in anger, nnd all tho night I had tossed sleepless. There Avas a mystery In It I could not fath om. No words had passed between them, nnd love, If It were love, had come swiftly, with but a look to kin dle It. Once I thought it but a whim to try my love; but to choose for the test a man of mean birth, as this musi cian, that were impossible for my proud cousin. For a few minutes I paced the lawn with head bent and hands clasped be hind my back. Then the Impulse seized me to follow Cynthia, and play the spy. That I should see nothing that would please me I felt assured, but I desired to know the worst. So I walked swiftly to tho hedge, and, find ing no one behind it, continued my steps to a belt' or trees that formed part of the great park of which the house and garden were the heart. in the shadow of the trees stood Cynthia, and by her side the boy mu sician, his fiddle lying neglected on the ground and his hands clasping hers. Then, as I watched, I saw film kiss her, and she returned the kiss. I have ever been counted a man of cool brain and quiet temper, but here was a matter far different to a whis tling bullet or tho thunder of charging horses. There Hashed Into my mind a wild impulse to kill this stripling who stood between me and my heart's de sire. That the deed was unlikely to further my wooing was an argument that did not enter Into my hot head. It was her name I cried as I ran to ward them. "Cynthia!" The musician drew back, but Cyn Ihla faced me calmly. "Why, cousin, what Is this? A sword drawn before a latl? Has tho sun addled your brain?" "I pray you to leave us," I said to her, the words coming thickly. "Your presence. Is not of my seek ing," she replied, "and unless Master Ilerrlck also wishes to be rid of mi " "Nay, nay," stammered the youth. I turned to him sharply. "I have a matter to" discuss with you," said I. He would not meet my gaze, but leapt Ills eyes on the ground. "Put up your sword, then," quoth Cynthia. . "Such arguments ure poor logic." My head was cooling, and I thrust the weapon back Into Its sheath. "Tho gentleman Is evidently more used to tho bow than to the sword," I said, scornfully, pointing to the violin lying on tho ground. Then I turned on my heel and left them. The flowers wore bright In the sum mer sunshine and I strode about the garden. All things spoke of beauty and happiness, ami tho Joy of living. But in my mind was tho picture of my lovo In the arms of another and re turning kiss for kiss. Yet the chosen lover of the Lady Cynthiu, a boy, a fiddlor and a cow awl. My thoughts found utterance In scornful words. "Tut! These women are mad creat ures, and It Is foolish to hnve aught to do with them. There is plenty of work for a man and a sword to do in the world, and brave companions with whom to live. The fiddlers for the women. Tho men for the- light and tho wino cup. That 13 llftf for mo!" "Cousin Richard!" Tho words came softly nnd sweetly to my oars. I turned sharply and found Cynthia standing behind me. Her hands wore clasped before her, and her head benta picture of bash ful humility, a little, I thought, too per fect to bo true. "Well?" I inquired shortly, bolng not yet recovered from my anger and scorn of womankind. "I have thought from your manner or, indeed, cousin, from your want of manner that you are not pleased wth mo." That left me without a word. For none but a blind man could have been displeased with her as she stood there before mo in the sunlight. "It is a sad matter when cousins quarrel," she continued. "You kissed the follow," said I, speaking harshly, to hide the softness of my heart. Her humility vanished at my words. "Why not?" she crlcj. "What right have you to spy on me? I will kiss whom I like so you need have no fear for yourself, Cousin Itlchnrd." Now, I had determined to have no repetition of the quarrel of the previ ous night. So I answered quietly, seeking to know tho truth, and to abide tho result as a man should. "I ask your pardon for my hasty words," I said. "But a few weeks ago you made 1110 believe that my suit was not distasteful. Now, in n moment, you cast mo off for another. Have I no excuse for sorrow nnd anger?" "Perhaps, Dick," she said softly. Then I was conquered. I throw my self ut her feet, crying that I loved her and would die for her, and all tho sweet mad speeches that lovers make. But she stood quietly, and when I found no more words ithey were ever wont to fall me) she looked down at mo nnd said smiling: "The sun is warm, and I fear " I sprang to my feet, for a moment hating where I had loved. But before I could speak Cynthia held out her hands to me, crying: "Nay, you misunderstand me. I did but suggest that under tho great oak tree we might converse with more comfort, and" (here she smiled at me) "with less chance of being overlooked." Again my anger left me at her words, and we crossed the lnwn into the cool shade of the trees. One of them, n mighty oak, had Its trunk cir cled by a wooden seat. It was not the first time we had visited it, "Are you still very angry with me, Dick?" asked Cynthia, when we were sented. "How can I bo pleased?" I returned mournfully. "Then we must sit npart. not being friends," she said, and glided round tho seat so that her back was toward me and the trunk of the tree between us. So wo sat In silence, while I ponder ed on the riddle that was so hard to rertd. Why had she come to me, n discarded and angry lover, with the kisses of another and more favored suitor fresh on her lips? And greater wonder still, why did she stay with me, nnd speak to me In this manner? Either her heart was hard, and taking pleasure In my pain, or else there was some mystery In tho matter, let I could but believe my eyes, and they had seen her kiss him. Presently, as no sound came from the other side of the tree, I moved slightly, and bent my body so that I could see the graceful curve of her white neck, and a rosebud nestling In her dark hair. Then suddenly she turned her head nnd met my gaze "Why do you look at mo, Cousin Richard, if you are so angry with me? But perhaps tliere Is hre In your V'i;. 13 I III.-1 I,- IIUIU 111 tJW, Cousin Richard?" For answer I moved toward her, but she held out her hands as if to push me away "Nay, nay," she cried, "It Is not safe to have an angry man who hates me too near." "You know that I do not hate you," I answered. "I would see for myself. Look at me again, Dick." Obediently I turned my head, and, she doing likewise for a moment, we gazed Into each other's eyes. Then she turned from me again, nud said gravely shaking her head: "Nay, I think I need have no fear, You may come round a little Just a little more Dick." And then I had the advantage, for my arm slipped round her waist so that she could not run away, and with the air of a master (us, ludecd, a man Is when lie holds his love in his arms) demanded that she should tell mo the answer to the riddle. "There was once," she began, ns If she told some tale of the fairies, "a poor girl who worked for her bread. She was foster sister to one who could have given her nil she needed, but In her pride she would havo none of It. Her only talent was In music, so she joined n company of musicians, nud boeauso none but men might play with them in public places, she donned man's attire. But It led her into sad treble, for ono day a gallant gentle man would have slain her bivause she met box Bister trctly, that their friendship might not lead to tho dis covery of her disguise, ami because that sister kissed her." "But why did you not tell mo this before?" I cried, amazed at tho story. "Your words wore hard last night, deserving puulshmout, and I thought Cynthia pnused nnd looked up at mo roguishly. "Yes?" I Inquired, pressing her closer to my side. "I thought that if I wcro to have you for n husbnnd, I had bast train you to bo a good one." Harold Ohl- son, In tho King. SAVAGES AT FAIR AS SNOBS. Soclnt Distinction Ainouir Untamed TrlbcH of the riilltpplncn. Tho Visnyan children nt tho World's Fair openly snubbed their youthful comrades of tho Philippine reserva tion, tho Igorrotes, the Moros nnd tho Negritos; nt tho model playgrounds tho other nfternoon. Tho action of tho Vlsayan jiivcnllo contingent was tho sensation of tho Sunday outing which Mrs. Ruth Hlrschlleld, tho hos tess of tho playgrounds, gnvo to the children of nil natiomv The grown-up 'spectators watched tho little drama with great interest, but no one offered to Interfere, or patch up u truce. The Visayana camo first to the grounds. They took possession of : row of swings nnd hammocks nnd were having great sport. After n few minutes In trooped tho linlf-nnkcd Moros and Negrito boys. Insldo of three minutes tho latter had full pos session of the swings, as far ns tho ' ' I .Vlsayann were concerned. Not n Vlsay an child could get within fifty feet of them. They simply turned up their noses and walked away. Not n word was exchanged. It was tho old caste prejudice In the Islands transplanted to America. At homo n Vlsayan never mingles on equal terms with nn Igorrotc or Mom, much less a Negrito, who Is tho most despised of all. Two American boys who were on the grounds brought out tho contrast between democratic America and the FUIpluo caste system. Tho two boys played with tho Igoi rotes and the Ne gritos alike, nnd had a jolly time. There were fifteon nations represent ed, and among the others there Boom ed to be no drawing of tho color lino But the Vlsnynna held uloof. Had they done otherwise they would prob ably had a whipping In storo when they got back to their parcnta. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. HAD TO SHOW rttS WHISKERS. Cleveland Mnti't Wife I.oclcol II tm Out After Tlicy WcJc tSliorn. When Herman Flick, a prosperous grocer at Wilson nnd Payne avenues, parted with his thlrty-five-year-olu whiskers the other evening he almost lost his home. Flick lives at ICS Iloadlev street, nnd iAs family Is grown up, for lie has seen sixty years. For thirty-five years of his time Flick nud his whiskers have never parted. They were proud, breezy, luxuriant whiskers, too, of the Jerry Simpson alfalfa not tho com mon garden variety. For years tho customers of tho big grocery knew the proprietor by his whiskers. A lew neighbors dared Flick to divorce those whiskers. "You wouldn't dare!" said one. "What do you bet I won't?" enid Flick. "Well, ?10." "Where's tho money?" The cash was made up and the party went over to a barber shop. There were a few snip-snips of the shears, the scraping of a razor, and 1 ..ok a face was whlskerless. That night a smooth-faced, young- looking man turned into the yard of 108 Iloadley street aud rang the bell. The door opened cautiously and n wo man looked out. "What do you wunt?" Bho asked. "I Want to come In." "Who are you?" "I am Herman. Don't you know me?" Bang went tho door, click went the key In the lock. Flick tried to argue. It was no use. So lie ambled back, woke the barber, gathered up the late crop of alfalfa, and took It home. Passing It in at the door, his wife was convinced nnd ad mitted him. Cleveland Dispatch to Chicago inter-Ocean. A'l Ari'.uii"l I" Vuv.inoo. Tes3 They eay if you walk down- stalrs backward with a lighted candle in your hand the first -man you meet will be the one you marry. I'm golu to try that on Hallowe'en Jess So am I. It must bo done the stroke of 8 o'clock. Tess-Oh! You don't hnve to do It at any particular hour. Jess Yee. I do. I told Jack Han som to call promptly at 8 o'clock. Philadelphia Press. Doctors seem to havo four guesses- The liver, kidneys, stomach and hoart. if they miss on all four, they can still look wise nnd recommend a change of climate. What has become of the old faBhlon- ed woman who wore a. nubia? li wim tun iiiii iuii in hi' mm mi i iwinii'mwri miwij Tho sounds omitted by telegraph nm tolophono wires hare been a BUbJoo or study by F, Bock, who claims t havo made it possible to forecast loca weather conditions one or moro day nllp.'iil from flir hitrtinttitir. flhsini'vn. tions are made at 11 a. m. nnd 0 p. tu4 Tho snail's sense of smell Imb been; located In the horns bv some observe ers, but authorities quite as good havo regarded this conclusion as Incorrect! M. Young, who has been making exj pcrlmcuts to settlo the mutter, non- claims to havo proven that tho Hnull'f nose la distributed over tho ontM body. Tho now motor forgo of tho Unit States army Is a vehicle Mfc feet Ion drlvon by n 24 horsepower gasoline e glue, nnd carrying oil for traveling 3G miles at 10 to 12 miles an hour. It U- fitted with a small mnculno shop; blacksmith's shop nnd uaddlor'H 8hopl whllo It carries spare parts likely to hi needed by n light battery ou tho nmrcbl An auxiliary cnglno ou one flldo opo rntos n dynamo, lathe nnd grindstone! Tho deplorable summer waste oi cnl,tl ,,fo especially in crowded eltlcrt cnlls for scientific attention. A recent medical writer clalnm that tho ept domic dlnrrhen that proves bo fatal may bo avoided by tho following pre cautions: (.1) Clean milk nipples. (2J Clean towns, with effective sewn go ra movnl tlU8t collection nnd disposal and' . . k k . tn ! . I . ..... stroot watering. (3) Clean bomcs with attention to food utensils, covori lug food from dust and files, ami pec- Bonal habits, and (4) destruction of ox elusion of ltics. i Tho brief onorationa of tho wirelosti. telegraph sorvlco undertaken for tho! London Times at the seat of tho Russo-J Japanese war, and ended by tho ln-J- terferenco of the Japaneae governs .meat, throw much light on the delccH tlvo powcrH of wireless tolcgrnphy. In this case tho DoForcst fiyutcm wan em ployed. Tho land station was at Wot lmlwol, with a mast 170 foot high. The mast on tho telegraph Bhlp was 00 feet high. Both Russian and .Mjpa- nose mesBagcs were received b.i thu' oporator, who could cattily root nlzo tho difference in tho eyHtoms cm loy- ed. Ho could tell if a Ruuslau shlu was at sea by listening to tho am swcrlng messagca from ahore. IIo could nlRO loll whether tho Jnpruiosd messages wcro transmitted from a rc lay base, or whether Ihe lleot iisolt was at Hon. Tho question whether America o Europe has tno swifter railroad t.-ilm is ono tho answer to which varies frouj time to tlmo with the progress o events. According to a oompni'tami ol schedules for this year, made by tho Scientific American, the ISnglisli and French trains are at present decidedly Uhend of our own With tho exi'fitIo tho Empire Stato I2xprt3. wiiivK averages Hi. 5 miles an hour, and the Twentieth Century Limited. (50 hilled It appears that we have no trnlnn 'un nlng long distances eomparal.U' In speed with many In Er.'-!nnd aid France. There are 35 Fremh iKilntf scheduled to run at nn average :-,e('d of 55 miles an hour or more, a. id Do Fiiglish trains that ure equally last, Our two fast tralnn, It Is true, go ii'iig or dlstancofl nnd nro much heavier, but they hnvo proportionally larger eu gluca. Suiuido with Comfort. "Do you know the only Irish umiij who ever committed suicide?" M'tedi W. B. Pollard. "You know it Ik ald that ii'Lshmon never commit su" 'de. and when the argument, was advanced In a crowd of that r.a;..;.i.il5ty I'.o wast to unstrung that he decided to nlow his opponents that Irishmen do some times commit n rnt.h act. Ue accord ingly disappeared, ami the man win employed him ntarted a soavoh. Whiri, ho got to tho barn he looked up toward tho rafters and Saw his man hnnglimj with a ropo around his waist. "What ore you up to, Pat?" ho asked. "'Ol'm hanging moaelf, bogobs!' tlm Irishman replied. " 'Why don't you put it around y.fur neck?' " 'Faith, 01 did, but 01 eouliiiffc braythe,' -was the unsmiling 'reply oL" the man from tho F.mewld Isle." Louisville Courler-Jourmil. A GrntuLiotm Proti'Ht. A Philadelphia commercial traveler,, who was stranded In a Georgia village sat on the porch of tho smnll Inn, pen tlently awaiting tho anno'vieemout of dinner. At noon, snys the Phllndelidila Vv0S3) n rturlty w,v.,mi at tho doon (Ul(l 1VU,B a blg n!Uul ooli, immediately the "coon" dog. which Immediately the "coon" dog. hud beeai an!eep In t':e (sunshine, awoke,, mined hla nose toward the skyi and howled loud and dolorously. The darky stopped rshnr the bell and ssowled at the dog- "Yo' shot trpl" he Vted. "Yo don' hafta eat dls- dl.::irl 'Sides., whar'n yo' mounnhe, dawg?" A great tleal oJf tlie u.endah'p otli ers have for yov "i V the como-iuty tlmo hmtnuou.